these days have been fun though i was nearly killed.

i like it the way you hate me frowning,
i like the way you're able to stand my unglamness,
i like it how you'd somehow always know what i'm thinking,
i like it when you play songs i love,
i like it when you can't stand me tickling you,
i like the super-painful game of scissors paper stone,
i like it when we like the same kinda food,
i like it when you're able to let me talk my heart out,
i like my invention of your name though it sounds crude,
i like our way of drawing circles...

you may not be mr.right, but you're certainly not mr.wrong,
you may not be the most handsome, but that's not important at all,
you may not be the one with a most wonderful past, but it's all over.
you may not have the broad shoulders i ask for, but they're just nice for me to lean on.
you may not live near, but you always do make the effort and i appreciate it.
you may not be the top student, but your aims and ambitions charmed me.

though you look alright on the outside, i know things i say at times may have hurt you and i'm sorry.
i know the me-myself-and-i quote wouldn't stay for long, the fence was somehow lowered.
i'm getting the art of getting on, though i still hate the thought of losing someone dear.

i know, nothing is for sure.
like what eunice said the other day, life should be full of ups and downs, a monotonous life would be even more meaningless. would i want the same episode on replay or to add spice and everything nice, it's only up to me to mend my life.

i can't find a definition for this in the oxford dictionary.
someone, help me.